Welcome to Murder My. Today I'm standing on Bedford Place in Bloomsbury, W.C. 1.

1 Street East of Vera Crawford's killing, one street south, of where the unfortunate

Mr Johnson's killer took a snooze, the same street as the arrest of Zakariah Buller

and a few houses from the feet

which stank coming soon to Murdemile. built in 1805.

Bedford Place consists of two rows of Georgian townhouses, with white stucco and black wrought iron railings on the ground floor

with brown brick and white sills on the three floors above. It's easy to get confused, as with every house looking identical, the neighbor's lives must resemble a bordy sex fast from the 1960s,

as several Randy Sel kiss their frumpy wives,

died next door to doink as always his trumpet silly.

Oh, hello!

Only to realize that he's either boofty's wife, the vicar, a dog, or knowing this neighborhood,

a tub of avocado and hummus Sashimi. On the night of Monday the 18th of May, 1942,

33 of all part-time prostitute Jean Stafford was waiting in her ground floor room a three

bedford place for a man.

As a good woman in a bad situation, she hoped that this potential husband would end her struggle and take away her misery.

And although this expecting guest arrived, that night he erased her pain by ending her life.

My name is Michael. I am your tour guide and this is Murder Mile.

Episode 245. Good girl, gone. The death of Jean Stafford makes no sense at all when you look at her life. Her real name was Agnes Martin. Born on the 3rd of August

909 in the village of Deepcar, a few miles north of Sheffield,

although she adopted several monarchas, she never lost her strong Yorkshire accent.

Raised in a working-class family of coal miners and quarrymen. Agnes, who preferred to be called Jean after the actress Jean Harlow was the only step sibling in this family

of 12 so felt that she never belonged. Little is known of her upbringing, but growing to be a small but sturdy girl with pale skin, eyes and apple blossom cheeks.

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